It is 10:21 AM Sunday morning in the Dead Zone. It looks like we are going to have severe thunderstorms this afternoon. Maybe boulders of ice will fall from the sky and smash everything.

I got up this morning around 6 o'clock AM. When I got up it was pitch black outside, another sign we have come to the end of Summer 2019. I cooked myself breakfast this morning, because I was not in the mood for oatmeal. I ate my breakfast while messing with our main computer. After breakfast I wrote in my paper diary and read from volume seven of The Works of William Perkins.

Carol got home from work around 9 o'clock AM and soon went to bed for the day. She works tonight then is off for eight days.

I took a ton of books down into the lower level this morning. I need to focus on a few books and not a ton. I am tiring out my brain with all this book reading.

Last night I filmed a short video for my Youtube channel and read from a book titled, 'Mencken: The American Iconoclast' biography by Marion Elizabeth Rodgers.

Yesterday I did visit local thrift stores and found these used books to add to our library-

'Jitterbug Perfume' a novel by Tom Robbins

'Sexing the Cherry' a novel by Jeanette Winterson

'The Passion' a novel by Jeanette Winterson

'Talking It Over' a novel by Julian Barnes

'Hamlet's Mill: An Essay Investigating The Origins Of Human Knowledge And It's Transmission Through Myth' by Giorgio De Santillana & Hertha Von Decheno

'Duchamp: A Biography' by Calvin Tomkins

'The Summer Book' a novel by Tore Jansson Translated from the Swedish by Thomas Teal

'The Book Borrower' a novel by Alice Mattism

'Summer' a novel by Edith Wharton

'Agape & Eros' by Anders Nygren Translated by Philip S. Watson

I am falling asleep so I will close to drift in and out of consciousness.

'Abel And Cain' a novel by Gregor Von Rezzori Translated from the German by David Dollenmayer

Francine du Plessix on Gregor Von Ressori

Gregor von Rezzori, whose novels and memoirs revealed the tragic sweep of European history through two world wars and beyond, died last Thursday at his home in Donnini, a village near Florence. He was 83 and also had homes in Manhattan and on the island of Rhodes.The cause was a heart attack, said Elizabeth Sifton, his editor at Farrar, Straus & Giroux.

Mr. von Rezzori wrote most of his work in German, though he also produced highly admired prose in English and Italian. In whatever language, he evoked the collapsed polyglot world of the Austro-Hungarian Empire into which he was born. He once described himself as ''a living anachronism,'' and ''a man dreaming of a lost homeland.''